When I pray,
I feel that I am a beggarLooking at a rich man’s house.
Perhaps, out of compassion,The rich man will give me alms.
When I meditate,
I feel that I am waiting forMy dearest friend
To do me a special favour.Since we have established our oneness,
My Beloved Friend will definitelyDo the needful.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 8, Agni Press, 1983
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